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mentally smacked herself upside the head. Why did she even care?
Forty minutes later, Abby nudged her in the rib. “You need to get that paddle ready. There are only two more guys left. You’re bidding on one.”
Emma twisted the paddle in her hand. She was pretty sure she wouldn’t be waving it. As the evening went on, none of the guys on stage did it for her. Sure, there had been some cute ones in the bunch, but she’d either known them since she was in elementary school or they were the guys that frequented her bakery on Monday nights, hoping she’d draw their names out of her hat. Her special someone wasn’t among these men. Not by a long shot.
She studied the program. The last two bachelors were definitely not for her. She’d be happy to write a check to the animal shelter for a couple of hundred dollars to support their efforts, but she was simply not going to spend her summer with a truck driver named Bud or Evan, the botanist. What would they talk about? She knew nothing about trucks or plant life.
She looked over at her cousin. “I’m sorry, Abs.”
“You’re not going to bid, are you?”
“I don’t think so.” Emma turned over the pink paddle in her lap, running her finger over the glitter. “Not this year.”
Abby winced. “Who are my fling and I going to double date with now?”
Once the final two men had flings, the women stood and began to clap for all the bachelors who had lined up on stage for a round of applause. Betty led the hooting and hollering, but suddenly jumped off stage. With everyone standing, Emma couldn’t see what was going on up front. She hoped the old woman was okay and glanced around to see if there were any paramedics nearby.
In seconds, Betty returned to the podium and took the microphone. “Okay, ladies. Take a seat. I’ve got a special treat. We’ve got one last-minute bachelor entry for the night.”
Abby sat down and tugged on Emma’s arm, pulling her into her seat. “It’s a sign! You have to bid on this guy, whoever he is. ”
Betty held her microphone up to her lips. “Let’s hear it for our last bachelor and latest visitor to Buttermilk Falls, Jason Levine.”
Emma’s jaw dropped.
“Dammit,” Abby cried, loud enough for the women around them to hear. “I mean, damn hot pick. Go get him, girls!” She leaned in and whispered to Emma, “I would have paid double for that one.”
Emma watched as Jason hopped onto the stage. In his blue buttoned-down shirt, jeans, and loafers, he definitely was rocking a handsome preppy look. Would Caitlin be sporting the same shirt tomorrow morning? She cringed at the thought.
“One hundred!” A young elementary school teacher in front of Emma and Abby screamed before Betty had even started the bidding.
Abby grabbed Emma’s hand and hoisted it up. “Two hundred!” She yelled.
Emma yanked her hand away from Abby, gritting her teeth. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Getting you some summer action. Besides, you don’t want Caitlin to win him, do you?”
“Two fifty.” Caitlin waved her paddle from the front row. Emma could make out her rival’s perfect French manicure around its handle. Man, she wanted to rip those tips off.
Why did Caitlin need to bid on Jason? He apparently was already in her bed. She just didn’t want Emma to win him. Once again, they were back in high school.
She had an idea. A perfect plan that would raise a lot of money for the shelter and get her cousin off her back for not bidding. If Caitlin wanted Jason all to herself for the summer, she’d have to work for him.
“Five hundred!” Emma waved her paddle.
“Emma!” Abby shrieked.
“It’s fine. There’s no way in hell she’ll let me win, but I’m going to give her a fight. The animal shelter needs that expanded wing. Maybe your fling will have a permanent job by the end of the summer with the cash we’re about to raise.”
“One thousand!” Caitlin shrieked. She turned around, shooting them a smug
Forty minutes later, Abby nudged her in the rib. “You need to get that paddle ready. There are only two more guys left. You’re bidding on one.”
Emma twisted the paddle in her hand. She was pretty sure she wouldn’t be waving it. As the evening went on, none of the guys on stage did it for her. Sure, there had been some cute ones in the bunch, but she’d either known them since she was in elementary school or they were the guys that frequented her bakery on Monday nights, hoping she’d draw their names out of her hat. Her special someone wasn’t among these men. Not by a long shot.
She studied the program. The last two bachelors were definitely not for her. She’d be happy to write a check to the animal shelter for a couple of hundred dollars to support their efforts, but she was simply not going to spend her summer with a truck driver named Bud or Evan, the botanist. What would they talk about? She knew nothing about trucks or plant life.
She looked over at her cousin. “I’m sorry, Abs.”
“You’re not going to bid, are you?”
“I don’t think so.” Emma turned over the pink paddle in her lap, running her finger over the glitter. “Not this year.”
Abby winced. “Who are my fling and I going to double date with now?”
Once the final two men had flings, the women stood and began to clap for all the bachelors who had lined up on stage for a round of applause. Betty led the hooting and hollering, but suddenly jumped off stage. With everyone standing, Emma couldn’t see what was going on up front. She hoped the old woman was okay and glanced around to see if there were any paramedics nearby.
In seconds, Betty returned to the podium and took the microphone. “Okay, ladies. Take a seat. I’ve got a special treat. We’ve got one last-minute bachelor entry for the night.”
Abby sat down and tugged on Emma’s arm, pulling her into her seat. “It’s a sign! You have to bid on this guy, whoever he is. ”
Betty held her microphone up to her lips. “Let’s hear it for our last bachelor and latest visitor to Buttermilk Falls, Jason Levine.”
Emma’s jaw dropped.
“Dammit,” Abby cried, loud enough for the women around them to hear. “I mean, damn hot pick. Go get him, girls!” She leaned in and whispered to Emma, “I would have paid double for that one.”
Emma watched as Jason hopped onto the stage. In his blue buttoned-down shirt, jeans, and loafers, he definitely was rocking a handsome preppy look. Would Caitlin be sporting the same shirt tomorrow morning? She cringed at the thought.
“One hundred!” A young elementary school teacher in front of Emma and Abby screamed before Betty had even started the bidding.
Abby grabbed Emma’s hand and hoisted it up. “Two hundred!” She yelled.
Emma yanked her hand away from Abby, gritting her teeth. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Getting you some summer action. Besides, you don’t want Caitlin to win him, do you?”
“Two fifty.” Caitlin waved her paddle from the front row. Emma could make out her rival’s perfect French manicure around its handle. Man, she wanted to rip those tips off.
Why did Caitlin need to bid on Jason? He apparently was already in her bed. She just didn’t want Emma to win him. Once again, they were back in high school.
She had an idea. A perfect plan that would raise a lot of money for the shelter and get her cousin off her back for not bidding. If Caitlin wanted Jason all to herself for the summer, she’d have to work for him.
“Five hundred!” Emma waved her paddle.
“Emma!” Abby shrieked.
“It’s fine. There’s no way in hell she’ll let me win, but I’m going to give her a fight. The animal shelter needs that expanded wing. Maybe your fling will have a permanent job by the end of the summer with the cash we’re about to raise.”
“One thousand!” Caitlin shrieked. She turned around, shooting them a smug
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